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“No,” Lucien told her. And then the final thread of his self-control snapped.
He was immediately on her, cupping her face in his hand as he hit the roof of the carriage to have them begin their journey home.
Chapter Twenty-Four
“Lucien—” Her protest was cut off by his mouth crashing against hers.
This was nothing like their heated kiss in the hallway, nor the desperate one in the parlor. This was a thousand tense moments, stacked against one another, all culminating into this one, searing kiss.
And Edwina, Heaven help her, she fell into it. She lost herself as his lips moved against hers, as they coaxed her mouth open, and as his tongue swept past her lower lip to tangle with hers.
A small noise caught in her throat, barely making it past, with the way he was kissing her. Lucien looked so resentfully at everything, yet the way he held her in these moments… It was as if she was breakable and strong at the same time. As if he knew onlyhewould be her undoing.
His lips moved lower, lavishing attention on the corner of her mouth, the curve of her chin, her neck, and the neckline of her dress. His eyes met hers in the dim light of the carriage as he pushed down the capped sleeves of her gown to press a kiss to her shoulder.
There was an untamed wildness to how he moved over her with his tongue and teeth, roaming where he pleased. Edwina wanted to do nothing but lean back and let him do what he wished. Whatever he gave her, she would take so, so willingly.
“Your body is a gift in itself,” he murmured, sliding a hand up her calf as he kneeled before her on the floor of the carriage.
Edwina’s face flushed, her eyes widening at the thought of why he might be there, what he intended to do.
“It is something that contains so much pleasure I have yet to coax out of you.”
His hands continued their journey up her legs, his palms brushing her knees and then her thighs. Her dress was bunched up around her hips, terribly obscene, and she couldn’t help but let out a soft moan as he pressed kisses to the sides of her knee, as well as the other one, and then trailed more kisses down the inside of her thigh.
She was already trembling by the time he moved higher, his face almost flush with her heat.
“I intend to taste you,” Lucien told her, and her face burned. “I intend to make you cry out until this carriage is shaking, and then, when you think you have withstood all you can, I am going to take you to my chamber and show you what true possession feels like.”
Edwina could only gaze back at him, nodding as though in a trance, too overwhelmed by the promised pleasure to form words.
But Lucien only kissed her hip. “Tell me you agree to this with words, darling.”
Darling.
The heat growing between her legs only became more insistent, and she made a pitiful noise. “Yes,” she said, sounding exasperated in her impatience. “Yes, I agree. To—To this. To it all.”
“You complained about being my possession,” he reminded her, teasing her with words right as he teased her folds with his hand. She stifled a gasp and lifted her hips automatically. “Yet you want it now?”
“Please.” Her voice was a soft sigh, escaping her on a wave of need. “Please, Lucien, I-I need you.”
“What do you need most?” he purred. “My tongue, my fingers, or my cock?”
“All,” she gasped, her hips seeking the pressure of his hand, which he had drawn away. “All of you.”
He grinned up at her, the smile pure wickedness, as he moved closer to that aching bud between her legs. “Your greed pleases me.”
And then his lips were there, closing around that bud at the apex of her sex. Edwina cried out, the sound wild and loud, and she clamped a hand over her mouth, lest anybody outside hear her.
Lucien buried himself deeper in the folds of her dress and carefully guided her legs over his shoulders, and the obscenity of their positions sent more dizzying heat through Edwina.
“Lucien,” she moaned breathily.
He didn’t pull back to respond; he only continued pleasuring her, his tongue swirling in circles that had her unspooling beneath his firm grip on her thighs. Her hips bucked, seeking more of it, but he lightly slapped her—a silent warning.
It settled into Edwina, and she shuddered. Her husband was in control of her pleasure, and for a woman who had always been fiercely independent and the one to take care of others, she found it heavenly to think that she could relinquish all of that.
In the carriage, all that mattered was how safe her pleasure was with Lucien.
